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Chapter four hundred and eighty second

"Game——Qingxue, 3-4." Even Yan Huifan used it, and both sides began to look tired.

It was quiet outside the stadium now, everyone was watching the game intently. Ji Xuetong looked at the game and then at Qian, and then fell silent. She always felt that Qian could watch the game and take notes at the same time and still remember this skill so neatly. sharp.

I don’t know what happened suddenly, but Fuji suddenly wanted to run to Coach Ryuzaki, but was stopped by the opponent’s yelling, “Stop, don’t move.” He didn’t have time to catch the ball. “Game—Higa, 5-3.”

"Pingguchang, you guy..." For some reason, the opponent's coach suddenly became angry. Isn't it bad to win? So angry.

"Don't disturb me! I'm in high spirits right now." He directly interrupted their coach and sneered, "If you give them a chance to breathe, they will be overtaken." Then he muttered something to himself, but he couldn't be heard clearly from here. While he was talking about something, he suddenly yelled, "No matter if you are the supervisor, you will never forgive me if you get in my way!"

In fact, to be honest, his reaction surprised everyone. Although they knew from what they did yesterday that they were barbarians, they did not expect that they would treat their supervisors the same way. But precisely because of this, this made Ji Xue Tong probably understood what happened just now.

From Kuji running to Coach Ryuzaki, to the angry scolding of the opponent's supervisor and the threats made by the player named Hirataniba to his own supervisor, it can be seen that their supervisor is probably repeating his old plan. He wants Hirataniba to hit the ball. Coach Ryuzaki is really a complete barbarian~

"Xixue, why are you laughing?" Kikumaru was surprised to find that the person he liked was smiling inexplicably and strangely in the face of this sudden phenomenon.

"I just found something interesting, do you want to know?" He approached Kikumaru with a strange look on his face.

He involuntarily took a few steps back and stammered: "No...I don't want to know..."

"Really? What a pity." He pursed his lips, looked at Kikumaru meaningfully, then smiled charmingly and continued to watch the game.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Xiaoxue looked quite scary just now, but because of her reaction, he suddenly wanted to know. However, he always felt that if Xiaoxue took the initiative to tell him something, it would be nothing good. Ugh. ,What a contradiction o(gt;﹏lt;)o

"Game - Qingxue, 4-5." The current game is a situation where Qingxue immediately catches up after the opponent wins a ball. This situation makes people depressed and nervous. After all, Qingxue is still behind the opponent. And next is the opponent. of serve.

The curved Ball River Village called "Shadow Key" cannot be caught at all. If it can't be caught, then the game will end here. Jixuetong doesn't want to be eliminated in the first game of the national competition, because It's really embarrassing. But even if we lose this game, it's just a draw.

"15-0." There are still three balls left. If we still can't catch them, we will really lose the game.

Fortunately, Fuji used Yan Huihui to hit back the opponent's serve. The opponent seemed a little surprised. He probably didn't expect Fuji to hit back his proud serve so easily. But he reacted immediately and quickly hit the ball back. "30-0."

That "shrinkage method" is really useful.

"40-0" Kawamura still failed to return the opponent's serve. The opponent was only one ball away from winning.

Probably thinking of fighting his opponent to the end, Fuji used "White Whale". Originally, this move should be very effective, but before the "Shutchi Technique", the three counterattacks didn't seem to work.

Surprisingly, Pingguchang counterattacked with "Shadow Key", and Kawamura actually avoided "I'll leave it to you, Fuji!" He said, "I'll leave it to you, Fuji!" He trusted Fuji.

"The fourth counterattack -" he said slowly, clapping his hands with both hands, "mayfly shroud."

"40-15." I can't tell what kind of ball it was. I can only say that it is a very high-skilled ball skill. It can eliminate all the opponent's spins so perfectly. Maybe I can win.


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